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He’d wanted to skip and dance his way to her apartment.

Somehow, he contained himself.

Gabe had told him that he spoke to her, relieving her of her duty there, and that they would be getting a new ME to replace her.

As soon as‘replacement’came up, Greyson specifically asked for a man. With all the men in the office, he didn’t want a distraction there.

One that he’d likely succumb to since he clearly had shit taste in women.

Sue him.

He was an idiot.

Luckily, Gabe had promised that, and they’d had a talk about Ethan and Gene. He was going hands off, and had planned on telling both Ethan and Gene that in a personal call to them.

Well, lucky them.

It looked as if he was going to be dealing with that particular devil.

Which was fine.

Gabe…he grew on you, once you learned how toNOTpiss him off. Blackhawk and Cantrell pissed him off by just breathing, and their cowboy antics.

That was never good.

Staying under the radar was the first and foremost rule to surviving the tyrannical fist of Gabriel Rothschild.

Hopefully, Gabe going hands off would buy the two men some peace and quiet to focus on other things.

The Javier Hughes situation.

But that was for another time. For now, Greyson had a bird to put in a not-so-gilded cage for transport back to DC.

This was the best part of his week.

Truly.

As he arrived with Antonio Hill to the woman’s apartment, he’d only brought backup so there would be a witness in case she got spicy.

A woman who would lie about deaths and help a mob man be sleazy was not to be trusted. There was no way he was falling down that rabbit hole.

So, his friend joined him.

“I can’t believe we’re losing our ME,” Antonio said. “It was nice while it lasted.”

Oh, this dude had no idea the bullet they’d dodged. He wouldn’t doubt that she’d turn on each agent there. She was a cop killer in his mind and would never be anything more.

“Well, she was sketchy,” Greyson admitted. “Apparently, she had ties to Hugo Carmichael.”

Antonio gasped.

Had he heard him right?

“WHAT?”

Greyson nodded.

“Yep. Hugo Carmichael the mob man.”